hungarian/nomadic magyar tumblr circa 998AD dashboard simulator
đïž vĂĄndor-lĂł-979 Follow
not yall still spreading emese's foundation myth??? she literally claims she fucked a bird????? like either she's lying or she cheated and she's trying to cover it up or well. i dont even want to consider the third option
đȘș magĂĄnĂŒgyek Follow
tengri forbid women do anything???
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szél-könnyƱ-szårnyån-szållj Follow
okay im sick of the discourse let's do this.
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đ istvĂĄn-rovĂĄsĂĄra Follow
that took so long lmao -> !!!!!!!â§âáââ§
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đŽ csillagösvĂ©ny Follow
i'm so serious rn if you support """istvĂĄn""" in any way just unfollow and block me. we do NOT need him or his dumbass god and what he's been doing to our people to spread his religion is shameful.
đŽ csillagösvĂ©ny Follow
btw we all know your real name is vajk stop larping as a christian it's EMBARRASSINGGGG
âïž esztergom-örökkĂ© Follow
love seeing my mutuals reblogging this /s anyway op has multiple posts on their blog supporting quartering and human sacrifice. in case you were wondering. anyway stand with IstvĂĄn
đŽ csillagösvĂ©ny Follow
1) we dont even do human sacrifices, are you fucking stupid??? show me ONE post where i talk about that. 2) are you seriously forgetting that your bestie istvĂĄn LITERALLY QUARTERED HIS UNCLE?????
#sorry to put this dumbass on the dashđ dont even engage just block them #ur not making it up the tree of life lmao #discourse
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bolygĂł-kĂĄrpĂĄti Follow
friendly reminder that just because you're white passing doesn't mean you're not a real magyar!! people with mixed parents are just as valid <3
đ attila-nĂ©pe Follow
cranky coz ur ancestors decided to mix with the europeans arent you
đ§ș lemezelĆ Follow
isnt your girlfriend literally frankish????
đ attila-nĂ©pe Follow
you had to have done some serious stalking to find thatđ and first of all i didn't have a choice, my parents picked the tribe, and second of all she's not my "girlfriend" i got her via ritual kidnapping (WITH consent. before anyone gets weird)
đ a-kiber-kovĂĄcs Follow
Couldn't you have kidnapped another magyar woman? Or someone from another mongoloid tribe?
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hadĂșrsimp Follow
ohh sure so now human pet guy is gonna chime in to advocate for the kidnapping of our women while being lowkey racist. what are you even doing on nomadblr????
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bolygĂł-kĂĄrpĂĄti Follow
what the fuck happened to my post
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đȘ rakabonciĂĄs Follow
for the nth time, you're only a true shaman if you were born with teeth OR with extra fingers OR in the sac. the rest of you are faking & we can tell.
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szél-könnyƱ-szårnyån-szållj Follow
okay people keep spreading this but this is literally just wrong?? like congrats on the 6 fingers op im glad u and Little Golden Father have a special connection (genuinely) but like. tĂĄltos and sĂĄmĂĄn and mĂĄgus and garabonciĂĄs and javas etc are all different things with completely different requirements and life paths which you should definitely know if you're claiming to be one?? especially since your post says shaman but you're listing the criteria for a tĂĄltos, and your username looks like a play on garabonciĂĄs so. which is itđ€ maybe get your facts in order before trying to gatekeep
anyway don't listen to op!! your connection to the Upper World is yours alone and you're the best judge of what the Fathers and Mothers want your path in life to be!!
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đ mea-culpa Follow
It breaks my heart that the majority of my people still refuse to see the One True God and insist on sticking to their pagan spirits. I fear that when judgement day comes, we will all be wiped out thanks to their foul godless ways.
đŽ csillagösvĂ©ny Follow
how tf am i godless when i literally have dozens of gods? little mothers and little fathers are in everything all around us & it must suck ass to live in a world where you're not surrounded by the small gods that inhabit everything. manifesting that the fene and the guta tag team beat your ass tonight
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hadĂșrsimp Follow
hadĂșr will literally strike op down personally. he told me himself. whispered it to me sweetly even
đŽ csillagösvĂ©ny Follow
while i agree with you, i feel like you might also have ulterior motives, nomadblr user hadĂșrsimp
#but live your truth! doubly so on the posts of these freak repressed bible lovers. meanwhile on the #COOL side of magyarhood we walk around butt ass naked!!! op have fun never experiencing joy ever again tho #discourse
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posting from an alt so i don't get cancelled but lowkey i'm starting to think koppĂĄny was right.... maybe this christianity thing isn't gonna work out after all
đ sanctus-stephanus Follow
WRONG BLOG
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THIS WAS A JOKE. IGNORE THIS
đȘș magĂĄnĂŒgyek Follow
ISTVĂN????????????? đ
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a moment | s. reid
summary: two times there was a âmomentâ between you and spencer, and one time he did something about it.
warnings; best friends to lovers, fem reader, pinning, this based off a lorelai and luke edit i saw, idk if its edited or makes any sense tbh!! sorry! longing, kinda self doubt idk, happy ending yay!!
an; this is for lia. And was written in like an hour so i really dont want the hate guys. If it sucks i cannot be held responsible.
You walk into the bullpen, scanning the usual chaos of the bullpen The dayâs already running long, and itâs barely even noon.
"Look who finally decided to join us," Spencer says, glancing up from his desk. His eyes are sharp behind his glasses, but thereâs a smirk tugging at his lips. Heâs half-hidden behind a wall of case files, as always, but somehow manages to throw his snark with precision.
you and spencer had been best friends since you started together, you got along with anyone but gravitated towards Spencer more than anyone else. Him and Penelope were the easiest for you to be around, you loved everyone but you had your favourites.
While Penelope had been bugging you to either kick up the courage to do something about your friendship with Spencer, or move on, you did neither.
"Oh, save it,," you fire back, tossing your bag on your desk. "Iâm fashionably late. Itâs a thing."
"Yeah, fashionably late in a profession like this. Very chic. Theres other ways to get here you know â from your house-â
âDonât evenâ you cut him off.
âIm just saying if you keep missing the same turn off every time maybe itâs a sign you should be going a different way.â He muttered.
âI didnât miss the turn off.â You argued. You lied.
âYou did.â
âNoâ
He said your name and you huffed.
You roll your eyes, biting back a grin as you sink into your chair. "Can we pretend, just for today, that youâre not right?"
"Well," Spencer says, leaning back in his chair, "Iâm only right about ninety-seven percent of the time. So, technically, youâve got a three percent chance of being right today. Want to take a gamble?"
You throw a crumpled paper at him. "Your math is annoying."
He catches it, eyes twinkling, and throws it back at you. "Annoying?"
âYes, annoying. It hurts my headâ
Itâs easy between the two of youâthis banter, this back-and-forth. It always has been, ever since the first case you worked together. Over time, itâs become second nature to tease him, push his buttons, and he always gives it right back. The tension slips away with every joke, but today, thereâs something different about the way his eyes linger on you a beat too long, like heâs waiting for you to catch on.
You ignore it. You have to.
"So, what do we have?" you ask, holding out your hand for the file in his lap.
He passes it to you, fingers brushing against yours. Itâs brief, but the touch sends a spark up your arm. Your eyes meet for a second longer than necessary, and for the first time in a long time, you donât know what to say.
Spencer clears his throat, looking back down at the file. "This unsubâs a real charmer. I think he's using manipulation tactics to lure his victims. Heâs got a pattern, but itâs subtle. Took me a while to piece it together."
"Took you a while? So, like... five minutes?" You grin, but the edge in your voice is gone, replaced by something softer.
He laughs, a sound that always surprises you because itâs rare, but so genuine. "Try thirty. It was a real struggle."
"Wow. I almost feel bad for you."
His smile fades just a little, and when he looks at you again, thereâs that shift. Something hovers between you, just under the surface, where the teasing usually stays. His eyes flicker over your face, and suddenly, you wonder if heâs about to say something else, something that would cross the line youâve never acknowledged before.
Your heart skips, and before you can stop yourself, you lean forward a little. Your breath catches.
"So..." Spencer starts, but before the sentence can land, your phone buzzes on your desk. The sharp sound breaks the moment like a snapped thread. You jerk back, grabbing your phone.
"Hotch needs us in the conference room," you mutter, more to yourself than him, trying to get a grip on the swirling thoughts in your head. "Weâve got a lead."
Spencer blinks, clearly shaken out of whatever that was, and you stand up quickly, focusing hard on the case and not on the fact that you were about two seconds away from⊠what? Leaning in? Kissing him?
No. Thatâs not what this is. This is Spencer.
"Race you to the conference room?" he asks suddenly, the playful lilt back in his voice, but thereâs still something lingering behind his eyes, a question neither of you seems ready to ask.
"Race? Youâre literally taller than me, thatâs cheating. Iâm wearing heels!!"
"You can run in heels, canât you?" He shoots you a smirk, the tension easing just enough for you to relax, even if your heart is still racing.
"Could. But i don't want to damage my gorgeous shoes," you huffed, yet already heading for the door.
"Gorgeous shoes?" He repeated, raising his eyebrow.
"Yeah that was actually the name of the shoes when i bought them. They had 'gorgeous shoes' written in big letters across the box." You smiled, tilting your head.
"Really?"
"No."
You make it halfway to the conference room before he catches up, the two of you slipping back into your usual rhythm. But as you walk into the room side by side, the unspoken thing still hangs between you. You donât talk about it, and maybe you never will, but itâs there.
âAre you still coming over tonight?â He asked, looking down at you, eyes lingering on yours. You nod.
âItâs pizza night. Of course I am.â
And once again, youâre reminded that with Spencer, things have never been as simple as just best friends.
Youâre standing in Spencerâs tiny kitchen, flour everywhere. And when you say everywhere, you mean itâon the counters, in your hair, smeared on his cheek where you definitely didnât mean to slap him with dough earlier.
âThis is going really well,â you deadpan, holding up the limp, misshapen pizza dough.
âUm.â He squints as he looks at the mess.
âWell.. youâre the genius who can outsmart anyone but apparently canât figure out yeast,â you argue, pinning the blame on him. âIs it supposed to look like this?â You muttered, tilting your head.
âI think itâs fighting back. Maybe weâre the victims now.â
You both dissolve into laughter, the kind that makes your stomach hurt. This was supposed to be simple. Homemade pizza sounded like a cute idea, something easy to do on a night off, but itâs turned into chaos. The doughâs not cooperating, the sauce might be too watery, and youâre pretty sure you added way too much garlic. But thatâs what makes it fun.
"Okay," Spencer says, hands raised in surrender. "I officially give up. This dough has outsmarted me."
"Youâre giving up? Dr Spencer Reid, defeated by pizza dough?" You snatch the rolling pin from him, trying to take over, but the second you press down, the dough tears. "Okay, maybe itâs smarter than both of us."
Spencer steps closer, leaning over your shoulder to inspect the mess you've made. You can feel the warmth of him behind you, and for just a second, everything feels different. The banter pauses. His breath is soft on your neck, his arm brushing against yours as he reaches to touch the dough. Your heart stutters, and you freeze, unsure of what to do next.
But then, with no warning, Spencer flicks flour at you.
"Hey!" you squeal, spinning around to face him, eyes wide. He looks so pleased with himself, a mischievous grin on his face.
"What? You had flour in your hair. I was just trying to help.â
"Sure, you were." You reach for the bag of flour, holding it up threateningly. "I will not hesitate to make this a war, Spencer."
He grins widely, almost daringly.
You grab a handful of flour and toss it at him in retaliation. "You are such a child."
âIâm just helping!â he protests, dodging your attack and grabbing the rolling pin like a shield. His laughter is contagious, and soon youâre both caught up in it, the tension slipping away into something lighter, easier.
You try to swipe more flour at him, but he grabs your wrist, stopping you mid-throw. His fingers wrap around your wrist gently, but the touch sends an unexpected shiver up your arm. You both freeze, the room suddenly too quiet again, his hand lingering on yours for just a second longer than necessary.
His gaze flickers down to where his fingers rest against your skin, and then back up to meet your eyes. Thereâs a pause, just long enough for the air between you to thicken, something unspoken hanging between you. His thumb brushes your wrist lightly, and you wonder if he feels it tooâthe tension thatâs been simmering all night, just beneath the surface.
You swallow hard, pulling your hand away, but not before you catch the briefest flicker of something in his expression. Itâs gone as quickly as it appeared, and just like that, the moment slips away.
His eyes narrow playfully, and for a second, you think he might call your bluff. But instead, he just chuckles and steps back, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. Letâs not escalate this. Weâre adults, after all."
"Adults who canât make pizza," you mutter, dumping the ruined dough into the trash. "Guess weâll have to order in. Again."
Spencer wipes his hands on a towel, still smiling. "Iâll let you pick the place this time. As long as itâs not that one with the weird crust you made us try last month."
"Oh come on, that was a bold choice! You just have no sense of adventure."
"I have a very good sense of adventure," he says, leaning casually against the counter, his eyes sparkling in that way that makes you feel like he knows exactly how to get under your skin. "I just like my pizza to taste like pizza."
You roll your eyes, but youâre grinning, too. "Fine. Weâll get the boring pizza this time."
As you both settle into the living room, waiting for the pizza to arrive, you can't help but feel that lingering tension again. The kind that sneaks up on you when things get quiet, when the laughter dies down, and itâs just the two of you sitting side by side, closer than necessary.
You smile, nudging him with your elbow. "Who knew you were such a terrible cook, though?"
"I think we share equal blame here."
"Maybe," you admit, glancing at him. His eyes catch yours, and for just a moment, the playful air between you shifts. Itâs small, like the brush of his hand earlier, like the way heâs looking at you now. Your heart skips again, and you wonderâjust for a secondâif maybe, possibly, you werenât imagining it. You ignore it, there was too much that could go wrong if you didnât.
Itâs late in the afternoon when you hear the knock at your door. The sun's still out, casting a soft golden light through your living room windows, but itâs the last thing on your mind.
Youâre dressed in something more put together than usual because, of course, Penelope had insisted on setting you up on this date tonight. It wasnât exactly what you wanted, but sheâd been so enthusiastic that youâd caved. Youâd said yes to humor her, to get her off your back.
She had insisted that you needed something to get your mind off Spencer. You wondered if that was actually possible.
So when the knock comes, your stomach churns, thinking it might be the guy arriving too early. But when you open the door, it's not your date.
Itâs Spencer.
Heâs standing there, hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, hair slightly disheveled, and thereâs a look on his face you canât quite place. Itâs tight, maybe a little frustrated, though he's trying hard to keep his expression neutral.
âSpence?â You lean against the doorframe, arching an eyebrow. âEverything okay?â
He doesnât answer right away, eyes scanning you briefly before he looks down, then back up again. Thereâs tension in his posture, the kind you recognize when heâs overthinking something. âYeah. Yeah, everythingâs fine.â
You donât buy it for a second. âUh-huh.â
His face tightens even more, though he tries to hide it with a half-hearted shrug. âDid Penelope set you up with some guy?â
âYeah?â You squinted trying to figure out how he knew that. You hadnât mentioned it, you didnât want to talk about what had caused your sudden date or have to lie to him about why Penelope suddenly set you up when you have shown no intention of being interested in dating.
âPenelope told me. Why didnât you tell me?â He asked, running his hand through his hair as if he was stressed. You didnât understand, not really. You told Spencer everything so you could understand why he would be annoyed that you didnât tell him this, but it seemed as if he took it personally.
You squint at him, crossing your arms. âWhat is your issue? You look like you want to strangle someone.â
He lets out a huff, avoiding your eyes again. âItâs nothing.â
You tilt your head, studying him. Thereâs something under the surface, and youâre not about to let it go. âWell youâre here so, obviously its not nothing ⊠Whatâs going on?â
He finally looks up at you, his eyes sharp and filled with something you havenât seen before. It catches you off guard for a moment. âItâs justâthere was a moment.â
You blink, thrown by the sudden shift. âA moment?â
His voice drops, a little rougher now, a little more real. âLast week. When we were making pizza, and the week before thatâ and during- there was a moment.â
Your heart skips. You know exactly what heâs talking about, but you stay silent, letting him continue.
âI thought there was a moment,â he says, his frustration starting to leak through his words now. âI thought maybe something was⊠happening.â
Your chest tightens, the air in the room shifting as you meet his eyes. âThere was.â
The confession comes out of your mouth before you even realize it, and the tension between you two spikes instantly, filling the space with an electric charge. You can feel it, the way everything has changed with those two words.
Spencer just stares at you, his brow furrowing slightly, like he hadnât expected you to admit it. He takes a step forward, you step back almost unconsciously, and your heart beats faster in your chest.
âWhat are you doing?â you ask, your voice low, unsure.
He doesnât stop moving, closing the gap between you even more, and his voice is soft but firm when he speaks. âWill you just stand still for a minute?â
Before you can say anything, before you can even process whatâs happening, his hand comes up to cup the side of your face, and his lips are on yours.
The kiss is soft at first, almost tentative, but itâs full of all the unspoken things that have been building between you for so long. You feel the world tilt, your hands instinctively moving to grip the front of his jacket, pulling him closer. For a second, everything else fades awayâyour date, the case, everything.
When you finally pull back, breathless, you just stare at each other. His thumb brushes lightly across your cheek, and his eyes search yours, full of something that feels too big to name.
Neither of you says anything for a long moment, the silence thick and heavy with everything thatâs just shifted between you.
Then, as if in slow motion, you take a small step forward. Itâs your turn now, the tables flipped, and you can see the surprise flicker in his eyes as he instinctively steps back.
âWhat are you doing?â he asks, echoing your earlier words, his voice low and a little breathless
You give him a small smile, feeling the tension twist tighter in your chest. âWill you just stand still for a minute?â You mirrored his words
His eyes widen slightly, but he doesnât move, and before he can say another word, you close the space between you and kiss him again.
This time, itâs different. Thereâs no hesitation, no second-guessing. The kiss is deeper, more insistent, and you feel his hands tighten around your waist, pulling you closer. Itâs like everything youâve both been holding back is finally breaking free, all the tension and the unspoken feelings rushing to the surface.
When you finally break apart, youâre both breathing heavily, faces inches from each other. Your hands are still gripping the front of his jacket, his fingers still digging into your sides like heâs afraid to let go.
You donât move, neither of you do. You just stay there, staring at each other, and for the first time in a long time, youâre not thinking about the job, or the cases, or anything else. Itâs just him.
Heâs the first to break the silence, his voice quiet and almost disbelieving, He exhales, a long, relieved breath, his hand still resting on your waist. âI thought maybe I was imagining it.â
You shake your head, feeling a strange warmth bloom in your chest. âNo. You werenât imagining it.â
Another beat of silence passes, and then his lips quirk up into that small, crooked smile youâve always liked so much. âWell, I guess we have Penelope to thank for this.â
You roll your eyes but canât help smiling back. âYeah, and she doesnât even know it.â
His thumb brushes your side, a subtle touch, but enough to send a shiver up your spine. âAre you⊠still going on that date?â
The question hangs in the air between you, and for a moment, you almost laugh. The idea of leaving now, of going out with some guy Penelope set you up with, feels absurd.
âNo,â you say, your voice steady and certain. âIâm not.â
His smile widens, just a little. âGood.â
You grin up at him, feeling lighter than you have in weeks. âYeah? Whyâs that good?â
Spencerâs gaze softens, and for the first time, you see the real reason for his frustration, for all of this. He steps even closer, so close that you can feel his breath on your lips, his voice low and sincere.
âBecause, there was a moment.â
Your heart stutters in your chest, and you meet his eyes, that familiar warmth spreading through you again. âYeah?â
âYeah,â he says, his lips ghosting yours, and the last bit of tension thatâs been sitting between you melts away completely. He smiles, and before either of you can say anything else, he closes the gap and kisses you again.
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DEAN WINCHESTER x FEM!READ
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. 18+ CONTENT - read at your own discretion , youve been warned.
PAIRING?: Dean Winchester x Female Reader
OUTLINE: After a long day of hunting .. you, sam, and dean all head back to the motel. you & dean have some sort of tension after a incident during the hunt, and sam tries to make sure dean does something about it.
WARNING(S): smut , p : v , dirty talk , semi public sex , praise kink , strong language , use of pet names
It had been an extremely long day of hunting, you were beyond sore. And Sam was right, windigo's are a total bitch to chase. You began to slowly creep up on the windigo, when Dean followed closely right behind you. Unfortunately, Dean wasnt looking at the ground, he was looking at the girl infront of him.
"Son of a Bitch! Hes getting away!" y/n said, beginning to run after the windigo, dean followed right behind you, running after it. this windigo was fast, and could fit through tight spaces. You and dean had made it to a very tight spot, between two walls, deep down in this cavern where the windigo was keeping its victims. As you began to get in between the walls, so did Dean. And here you both were, stuck inbetween the walls. Your back on his chest. "Youve got to be kidding me. We lost him." You huffed in frustration and exhaustion. You were trying to move as best as you could, not helping Deans case.
"Y/n, stop moving." He said, embarrassed, following by a groan. "What..? Why?-" You had said, as you felt something on your back. Your face flushed red, "Im so sorry-" Dean began to repeat, over and over again. "I dont know why or how that happened-" He tried to explain, but you were in not only shock, but in embarrassment. The thing is, is that youve kinda always had a thing for Dean. I mean, he was your type. Total pretty boy, good smile, tall, flirty, knows how to talk, strong.. The list goes on. But, deep down you never thought that you would even have a chance with Dean. There was no way he had any sort of interest in you.. right?
"Dean, its okay. I wont mention it." You said, cutting off Dean. A million things were running through your mind, but you could only focus on one. "Lets get the hell out of here. I dont wanna be here anymore, we can chase after it tomorrow." Dean nodded in agreement, as they both got out of the situation together. That was definitely not something that you had on your bucket list. To get into a moment like that with Dean? As you caught up back with Sam, he noticed that both you and Dean were failing to have eye contact with eachother, let alone the fact that your guys' face was flushed red.
You guys got into the car, sitting beside Sam. You really couldnt sit next to Dean after what happened. It would really be nothing but awkward. And Sam could sense the tension. He needed to know what happened between you two. As you guys got the motel, you went to the back of the car, grabbed your bag and went straight inside. Enough time to unpack and be asleep before Dean talks to you about the situation.
"What the hell happened between you two?" Sam said, pausing in his tracks, turning around to face Dean. "Nothing, why?" He replies immediately. Nonchalant about the whole idea. "Dean, dont give me the BS, what happened between you two?" He repeats again, this time more firmly. A few seconds of silence took replacement of the voices of them when Dean replied. "When me and Y/n were chasing after the Windigo, we got.. stuck?" He says, keeping it to a bare minimum. Dean was already embarrassed about it, he just wasnt gonna show it. "Stuck.. huh.." Sam replied, "Stuck.. what do you mean?" He tilted his head, having a confused face. "She was infront of me, and we got stuck between two walls .. and i .. i uh-" He became silent again. "You.. what?" Sam already knew, he just wanted to hear Dean say it. "I got.. hard." Right after that, sam began to laugh.. hysterically.
Sam and Dean had finally came in. You were unpacked, and about to find something to eat. "I think im just gonna go to the gas station and grab something. Its just a block from here. You guys' want anything?" Y/n says, looking around at the boys who then look at eachother. "I dont want anything, but im pretty sure Dean might." He smirks to himself, with the comment. "Dude, shut up." Dean retaliated, standing up and grabbing his leather coat. "Ill go with you, dress warm, its cold out."
You put on your coat, and head out the door. Sam flashes a smirk at you and a wink at Dean. "You two dont get introuble now!" He laughed, as you began to walk down the road. Dean scoffed, walking beside you. "Im sorry, for today." He said, blurting out of nowhere. "I really didnt mean to, it really just happened in the moment, and i dont want things awkward between us.." You looked over at Dean and smiled. "Listen, its okay. I know it wasnt on purpose." Well, thats what Y/n thought. Dean laughed to himself after the comment. "What? Whats so funny?" You asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion. "Oh nothin, sweetheart."
That name came out of his mouth like butter, and god didnt it really heat you to your core. To hear him call you that, you just wanted to have him ALL over you. You guys got the stuff from the gas station and came back. It was a quiet trip, in the moment, your heart was racing and you most definitely wanted to take Dean somewhere you two could be alone. "Y/n?" He stops in his tracks, and turns around to look at you. "It was on purpose." He says. You were confused, but then it clicked. There it was again, that same feeling. "Why?" You ask, curious. "Because your attractive." He said, getting closer to you, he began to speak, his voice raspy, and deep. Perfectly just how you liked it. "You make me feel like that everday. You drive me insane." He says, letting it off his chest. "I need you, Y/n." Followed by a groan, he leads you to his car.
This was happening. What you thought about all the time. You got in the car, as he went around and slammed the door right behind him. He got in between your legs, kissing you roughly. He was starving, he needed you, badly. "God, you have no idea how long ive been waiting for this. All those nights, when it was you and me. I thought about bending you over then, and fucking you so rough." He said, kissing along your neck, leaving purple bruises. "Your mine now, sweetheart" Dean said, and he meant every word.
"Now, I need you to be a good girl for me. Can you do that?" He asked, looking at you in the eyes. "I can." You said, looking up at dean. "You cant cum til I tell you to. Okay sweet thing?" Hearing those names fall off his tongue was heaven. And it made you wet. "Yes sir." You said, following his order. âThatâs my girl.â He praised you in that deep rough tone you adored. He ran his fingers along your core, in a circular motion. "Im gonna stretch you out so perfectly." Dean said, as he inserted two fingers in, and curled his fingers, giving the feeling that you needed. "Thats it, keep on making noise, i want everyone to know your mine."
He took out his fingers, holding your legs open for what was gonna happen next. His pulled off his jeans, followed by his boxers. Y/n always thought about how big he was, but to now see it in person, made her mouth water. "Im gonna stretch you out realll good" Slowly beginning to insert his dick inside. A moan escaping your lips as you tried to fit him. "Oh baby, this is all you needed. You needed someone like me to come in, and stretch you out." He began to pickup the pace, his thrusts getting deeper and deeper each time. He couldnt help it, the times when the pants hugged your ass perfectly, or the times where your lips were just so kissable. He needed it to be his. He began to go rougher, the slapping and the groaning was making your head fuzzy. "Fucking you good, you cant think straight, hm?" He began to raise his voice. "This pussy was made for me, for me to stretch you out, and show you how good I can make you feel." You moaned at the feeling of his dick perfectly hitting your g-spot. He felt so good, and you needed this so bad.
"whos my good girl?" he repeated. all you could manage was moans. "fucked you so good, cant think straight, huh baby?" he said. making sure that you still were feeling good. "dean, im gonna- fuck, im gonna cum!" you stated, tears in your eyes as you began to get overstimulated. "me too baby." he replied, pacing himself as he came. followed by you right after. he pulled out, watching the cum ooze out of you. "no baby, you need to keep this in." he took his finger, pushing back inside you. now, you were beyond tired. you put your pants back on, your legs shaking. "dean, im gonna need help!" you said, he smirked, and picked you up. "cmon baby." he laughed, as you guys went into the bathroom. he cleaned you up, getting you into your comfortable clothes. laying you down, as you fell asleep in his arms. he ran his hands through your hair, holding you close. Sam pipes up and says "So, how did it go?" He says, smirking. Dean follows by a "Shut up." as he smiles and goes to sleep with you.
AUTHORS NOTE: hi! this was my first smut book, and i did a light reading over to make sure it wasn't TERRIBLY bad with spelling! feedback is always recommended <3!
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